by Arithkenshin
Disclaimer: Stop rubbing it in, I don't own them, just playing.
Notes: Thousand thanks to my beta/muse CYT for countless hours of musings. But don't let her appearance fool you.she really is evil. Thanks to the rest of the war-room too *hugs* to Casey and Sol.
Sharp, quick footsteps echoed through the silent halls of the Governmental Palace. Everyone employed there knew those steps, and knew how to judge the relevant mood of their owner. It was for that reason that no one let themselves be seen, hoping that way to avoid his ire. Incurring the ire of Wielder Heero Yuy was a very bad idea.
Heero was definitely in a very bad mood.
He couldn't understand how the ruling council could ignore so many obvious signs of unrest. Of course, the fact that their chosen entities of worship were doing the exact same thing probably explained it. Shaking his head in annoyance, he approached the room he wanted.
Momentary reflections caused him to wish that the Prince would just wake up and stop grieving. Such was life, damn it. You lived, you lost, you got over it, you died. End of story. If he could do it, he failed to see why others could not. However, the time had come for the Prince to stop wallowing.
Not bothering to knock, he simply kicked the door open.
A saddened face looked up at him, hands cradling a photograph to his chest, ice blue eyes avoided contacting his own Prussian depths.
Striding over to him, Heero bodily hauled him to his feet, ignoring the photo that crashed to the ground. Since the night before, he hadn't been feeling quite right, and he was in no mood for weakness. Looking him directly in the eye he snarled between clenched teeth.
"Wake up. Grow up and start thinking of the people that are depending on you!"
The man he was holding blanched and wrenched himself away from Heero's hold. Regaining his dignity he stood, hands on his hips.
"You forget yourself, Yuy."
"No as much as you." Came the scathing retort.
"You don't understand."
"I understand all too well! You are not the only one who has lost someone. You are not the only orphan for miles around. Stop feeling this stupid pity for god's sake, it's been two years Zechs." Heero's eyes blazed. Taking a step forward, he forced Zechs to look him in the eye, before leaning closer and kissing the man. The kiss was full of want, need and desperation.
Pulling away, Heero turned to leave. He needed to be somewhere else. Pausing on his way out, he turned to look at the slightly stunned man. "Get your head and heart separated, Marquise. Your senators are running amok."
All Heero Yuy ever needed was a purpose, and he found life manageable. So he was rarely without one. Such a purpose clearly set in his mind, he left the palace compound. His stride measured and stance daunting, he walked through the city towards his destination.
As he passed under the archways of the formidable black building a shudder ran through his body. Shaking off the feeling, Heero pushed the doors open with a violent shove. He was needing. there was something wrong with him and he didn't understand it.
Heero Yuy was a man who hated not being in control. So his purpose was to regain that control. Eyes scanning the interior he found exactly what he was looking for.
Zechs fell back on the chair, stunned. He couldn't believe he'd let Heero walk out again. But the events of two years past just wouldn't let him go.
Every time he closed his eyes he could see it. The ship at the bottom of the canal, the bodies bloated by water.
He had to stop that memory before it grabbed a good hold of him. Zechs knew from experience that he could fall into that reverie and get lost all too easily. He had to make himself focus. So he focused on the one thing that had been sustaining him over the years since the sabotage.
Zechs concentrated on nothing but it, even to the point of pushing down his feelings for the Wielder.
He focused on revenge.
Paperwork was never done, Treize hated it. Disguise or no disguise, he always got stuck with the crappy work, too. The Vestige decided he was really going to have to have a chat to Duo about that.
"Vestige?"
Looking up, he felt his eyes widen, a small smile spreading across his face. "Ahh, Wielder Yuy. How may I help you?" He ran a hand through his chestnut hair, waiting for an answer.
"I need to... speak with you."
Turning, the Vestige motioned for Heero to follow him. "This way please."
Treize led the other man to his chambers and watched as Heero walked into the room, straight to the desk, placed his fists on it and dropped his head between hunched shoulders. The Vestige closed the door and turned to face the other young man, who was clearly supporting himself with the desk.
Wanting to know what was wrong, Treize spoke softly, modulating his voice so it would calm. "Heero? Are you."
But that was as far as he got. The figure whirled around, eyes flashing with confusion as he moved. Pushing him against the door, Heero rested both hands on either side of his head. "No talking. Not yet. I.I need."
That was all he needed to say. Treize closed his eyes for a second, before opening them to demonstrate the understanding he possessed. "Anything you need, Heero. You know that is how we should be together. It's." He was silenced by one of Heero's hands.
"Less talk, more action, Treize." And Heero's mouth was claiming the other, tongue requesting entrance. Sky-blue eyes closed as he gave himself over to the younger man's insistence. The need went both ways.
Treize had no problem with that need. He'd gone too long without. Besides he knew he'd get his turn eventually.
Trowa was frowning at the unconscious figure on the bed when Duo walked into the room. Sidling up to the newly awoken, Duo nudged him gently. "Thinking?"
".too much.about things I shouldn't be." The green gaze passed briefly over Duo, acknowledging him with a sweet breeze.
Duo pressed on gently, not usually one of his fortes, but he was used to Trowa's personality. "About?"
Vaguely gesturing in the direction of Wufei, Trowa shrugged. "Him. Why the rhetorical questions, Duo?"
"Are they that?" The violet gaze was intense.
"I would think my answers would be obvious." Trowa's expression approached puzzlement.
"Ahhh, but Trowa." Duo smiled. "It wouldn't be me to you in peace." With that he left his friend alone to mull over resurged feelings.
Trowa blinked as the door closed behind his friend. Duo could be such a paradox at times. His gaze wandered back to Wufei's form on the bed, and Trowa crossed over to it. Lowering a hand he let a small gentle wind cool Wufei's forehead.
His voice was soft as he spoke, concern laced throughout. "You're having conflicts. Come back to me my fire. I need you."
Heero's agitation grew by the minute. He was remembering things he had never seen, recalling events that had never happened and thinking thoughts he didn't even think were his. His head was begging for distraction, begging for release, begging to be relieved of what it didn't understand.
Heero didn't understand his need right then, all he knew was that he needed an outlet. And what he had with Treize provided exactly that. He focused on the man under his hands as he busily worked to get the robes off him. Feeling the velvety heat that entered his mouth, Heero groaned at the visuals it brought to him.
Treize pushed against the hold Heero had on him, urging the other to hurry up. He hadn't seen Heero for two weeks, and although he knew his need wasn't the same, it was still need. Getting impatient, he ground his hips against Heero's, making him gasp. Eyes like the sky opened and grinned as his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Pulling back slightly Treize leaned in to kiss down the side of Heero's face. The bindings on his robes were finally loosened, and the garment slipped to pool on the ground. A grunt issued from Heero, but Treize cut off his ability to speak coherently by nibbling on the other's earlobe.
"Damn no comma pants." was all that Heero managed to gasp out. Roughly he pulled Treize away from the door, guiding him back until they were against the desk. Not breaking the contact Heero pushed him back onto the desk and began working on the pants the vestige was wearing.
His body was burning, overloaded in a way that Heero had never experienced before, and he felt out of control. He hated feeling out of control. Finally freeing Treize's legs of the pants binding them, Heero pushed his knees up, pressing himself heavily against the other man. His thoughts weren't coherent, his vision was doubling up.
Heero had to stop for a moment, his breath coming in short gasps, before he could steady himself to go on. Treize used the moment to reach down and free Heero's cock from its confines.
As the hand circled him, Heero gasped, momentarily coming back to his senses. Eyes falling on Treize, he felt something pulsing within him, needing to be released. He failed to see Treize's look of shock as something feral crept into his eyes. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but there seemed to be pooled blood in those depths.
Pressed forward so that Treize was almost doubled up, Heero braced himself on the desk, his cock at Treize's entrance. Unknowingly he pulled at that power, plunging his hips into the chestnut haired man's.
A shriek of pure agony tore from Treize's throat as he felt himself ripped open. His hands convulsed, nails ripping into Heero's back. The man on top of him noticed nothing as he forced in and out of the pliant body.
Heero couldn't feel anything but the pull inside him. It was like being in a world of nightmares. He felt as if he was sinking, being crushed, and he needed to get that feeling out. Hips pistoning one final time, he screamed as he felt that possessing power shoot from his body.
His knees gave way, and he slid from Treizes body, only vaguely registering the shudders that were wracking his lover's frame. Hitting the floor with his knees, he gazed at his blood covered hands, not quite registering what he had done.
"Heero." Treizes voice was soft, lacking its usual strength. He was pushing himself up to a sitting position when Heero's empty eyes looked up and actually saw him. That clinical part of Heero's brain realized what he had done, the other part competently assessing what he needed to do.
Heero tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. something was seriously wrong. The puzzlement mixed with pain on Treize's face as he too tried to stand, and found his own legs failing him.
One part of Heero's mind wanted to laugh at the situation, another was trying to find the logic in it. "I." he couldn't formulate what he wanted to say, because he didn't know how to say it.
"Where. where did that come from Heero?" Treize's voice was soothing, despite the fact that its strength was diminished. It was obvious he was in pain.
"I.don't know." Taking stock of his body, Heero realised there were deep gouges in his back. He tried to continue. "Last night. something happened. I feel so strange." He looked up at Treize. It was a measure of how shaken he was, that there was actually confusion evident on his face.
Warily he watched the older man inch closer, ignoring his own pain. "How do you feel strange? Where does it feel strange, Heero? Tell me, let me help you." Treize's voice was almost breathless, sweat covering his brow.
"Everywhere." Ominously Heero watched as Treize reached out a hand to him.
And then he fell into darkness.
Duo was cooking. Why Duo was cooking, Quatre couldn't tell. The blond could think of four thousand things he would rather have Duo be doing, and none of them involved the kitchen. Well, ok, some of them could definitely involve the kitchen.
"You are far too horny for your own good, Quatre my dear."
Quatre smirked, sashaying over to hook his arms around his lover's waist. Nibbling on that sweet neck, he murmured. "Yeah, but would you have me any other way?"
Duo laughed and batted Quatre playfully away. "No, I wouldn't. But I actually am trying to concentrate on something at the moment."
Quatre pouted.
Shaking his head, Duo remained firm. "No pouting. That is an unfair weapon."
The wolfish grin ruined Quatre's advantage. "Yes but I do it so well." His voice was like a purr. When Quatre wanted something he usually got it. He didn't like not getting what he wanted, and right then he wanted to take Duo and.
He staggered, all thoughts fleeing as pain shot through his chest. Duo was instantly by his side. "What the." Again Quatre staggered, falling to one knee despite Duo's grip on him.
A second later Trowa flew into the room, quite literally. Puzzlement showed briefly on his features. "If you two are." his voice trailed a little as he sought to focus his senses. "Then who is."
Three pairs of eyes opened wide as realisation dawned at the same time.
"Earth," Duo's voice was tight. "How the fuck did this happen?" Anger blazed through his eyes, red abyss coming once more to the fore.
Quatre placed a hand on Duo's arm, exerting a slight flux of calm through his touch; he watched the eyes clear to violet once more. "We can't afford to get worked up, Duo. Get a grip of yourself. He needs help."
Trowa looked slightly miffed. "How did he.You do know what he has done, don't you?" His gaze was accusing, as if they should have been able to prevent events from occurring.
Quatre stepped in before the men could get out of hand. "Stop arguing. Now!" His voice was soft and warning them not to push him. "I don't care about the hows, all I care about is the fact. Get him and bring him back."
When Duo made to move, Quatre held him back. "No, Trowa, you go. You're needed here, Duo. This place is attuned to you and you alone. There are preparations yet to be made."
It was obvious Duo was not happy with the situation, but he nodded anyway. Trowa took a brief bow and vanished.
"We're going to have to hold him."
Quatre looked at his lover sharply. "Hold him?"
"He isn't ready to be Woken yet. This is too soon. Everything just got fucked up."
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